Melodrama Fatale

26 Jan
Angel, do you see me?
 Angel, do you care?

I'm lost. Our bed is empty
without your downy wings
to nestle in

You spread them,
but not for me
our forest cabin dream 
morphed into a succubus
of clammy night sweats

Angel, with autumn leaves in your hair, 
you were my oak tree muse.
but now an empty scrunched pillow

hope for us was strangled 
in your darkening feathers when
I fell without you

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Posted by on January 26, 2022 in Poetry


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